A Lamp in the Forest

There's a lamp in the forest
And an armchair
And a small table
Upon which you may place
Your cup of tea

There's a dancing man named Larry
Who will present you with chocolate
And invite you to sit down
And listen to political discourse
While he performs selections
From his own choreography

Monkeys come down from trees
Holding trays covered with canape
And you can pick one off
And pass on the rest
And the monkeys will fly back up
Into the cloud covers
Where litmus tests will be administered to them
And if they fail
They shall be made into men

Once Larry has performed his dance
The ground underneath you will break apart
And giant flowers will come crashing upwards
Hitting the lowest branches of the trees
And sprinkling pollen down
On top of you

(Luckily, you're not allergic)

Once the flowers have settled in
Young girls with long flowing locks
Will come to tap the water
In the stems of the flowers
Because flower water
Is the best kind of water
For washing your hair with

When these girls have finished
Shampooing and conditioning
They will run their hands
Through each other's hair
And giggle at the softness
And dance around in a circle
Until the wind created
By the whipping of their hair
Causes an atmospheric pressure change
That will erupt into a storm

Once the storm comes
The lamp must be turned off
And the monkeys
Must reschedule their tests

And you must run back, my little friend
Back to where you came from

For isn't it your birthday today?
And isn't that your mother calling?
And aren't you a little old
To be playing in the forest

Well, that's alright
It was just one night